Not Lonesome Poem by Rhonda Baker

Love is always breezing by
There is no rhyme or reason why
With no real beginning and no end
Sometimes tragic, sometimes a friend

Wispy clouds on Heavens door
I've known the pain of love before
But entwined in a love so free and true
My heart truly knows one love, tis you

Thistle flower so tall and rare
Prick you if you dare go there
Scents of roses you might catch
Bring back memories left un-fetched

Past the pines and down to the creek
Love starts so simple, so meek
Wading in, cautious at first
How deep our love we're now immersed

The roads been long with ruts and bumps
We've taken a many a lumps
But the adventures been a scenic trail
Never boring, dull or pale

Sure I've questioned loving so young and fast
Maybe some thought we wouldn't last
With our hearts as a compass could we go wrong?
We've loved this good, for this long

From Fowlerville, to Makawao, to beyond the stars
In a field of clover, or a yard of cars
This life we made, a treasure to the end
For it's permanently bound never to rend

Rho 7/10/12